Author's note: I received an e-mail requesting that I write a story about aliens taking over humans and creating insatiable sexual desires. The person requesting this story had read another story on Literotica entitled Hosts. He was disappointed that the author of Hosts did not write any more chapters after the first submission, which is why he asked me to w...
1. MIDWINTER Thespa wept behind the black rock, her sword discarded on the icy ground. There were too many. She was too late. She knelt on the fern, hands grasping her leather jerkin, shaking with unvoiced rage. Smoke and steam billowed from the thatched roof of the cottage. Riders cried to each other as they remounted, horses slipping on the packed snow....
Apprehensively, Jeremiah put his key in the lock and entered his father's penthouse apartment. Not that he hadn't visited the large well furnished five room spread overlooking the east side of Central Park, many times since his father and mother divorced twelve years ago; but this time was different. His prior visits had been scheduled, as mandated by the ju...
Eversong Woods was a enchanting in the fall especially. The cool breezes floated throughout the autumn trees, and the very forests seemed to come alive. Leaves fell from their golden perches, dancing through the air in their final decent to the soft grasses of the woods. Dragonhawks gracefully swept over the forest floor, their elegant wings moving silently...
Puellula Veniliatrix (Little Surfer Girl) A Story in the Endless Summer Universe Copyright© 2008 by Stultus Synopsis: The Roman satirist Decimus Iunius Iuvenalis (Juvenal) asks the same age old question that haunts us still to this day. "Mene amas, puellula veniliatrix?" - 'Do you love me, do you surfer girl'? This was the first story of a writer's challen...
I hated my father. When I was younger, I had a favorite stuffed animal. However, since I was young, I couldn't pronounce my v's properly. So my favorite stuffed animal was affectionately known as 'My Beaber'. I carried my beaber everywhere with me. I loved the stuffed animal so much that I couldn't part with it, no matter how many people tried to take it aw...
Let me start with a word of warning: this story probably is not what you think it is. It's sappy, there's no sex, and if you read the title and are expecting some bodice-ripping tale of incestuous lust between a woman and her father, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I wrote this piece on Father's Day because there were some things on my heart that I just w...
Cassie sighed and stretched her legs under the table, feeling her muscles protest as she arched her feet to stretch them out. Stifling a yawn, she looked at her watch. It was 9 p.m., definitely time to go home. She began saving all her designs and unfinished work, putting her files away and clearing the clutter on her desk. Once she was done, she picked up h...
Jenni wrinkled her forehead in thought as she tried to figure out what else her father might have bought in the store. The tiny Ben Wa Balls were intriguing her and she was excited to find out exactly how her Daddy would use them with her later as he had promised. She was so engrossed in thought that it came as a shock to her when the car stopped once more...
Sarah hated her life in the small village of Hedgesville. She was the only child of the town's butcher, Fred Elliot, and since leaving school had worked in his shop serving the local townsfolk her father's prime cuts. Sarah was in love with Jacob Smothers, a local nar-do-well who had finished school when Sarah did but was planning on traveling to the big...